Take the dildo, get answers!

I pushed myself out of the covers and dressed, feeling a bit nauseous as I did so and my head would not stop pounding. I grit my teeth against it, my only consolation was that it was pretty easy to avoid the desire to break down and masturbate when my head felt like it was being slowly pried open.

I pulled on my rabbit-fur robe. One day, soon, it would be wolf fur, I promised myself. I would prove Charity wrong. After all, she’d fallen prey to an artifact of the Red Riding Hood wars era, and she was clearly unable to resist it. I could do better, I would do better. I just needed more information.

I set my face in a hard line and swallowed. This was my chance to prove that I was more worthy than she ever would be.

I lifted the mattress, immediately assaulted by the smell of sweat and the musky odor of something else, something akin to scent of Mr. Hawk’s workshop, though also very different. My sickened mind was too weary to make any further connections.

My eyes widened as the artifact, the dildo, came into view. For a long moment I just stood there, holding up the mattress, looking at it, staring, unable to tear my eyes away or move. It was black and shiny like glass. It was smooth and shaped just like Mr. Hawk’s… I blushed, his penis, which I’d accidently seen when I burst in on him in the shower. The heat in my nethers increased but so did my headache and I pushed the memory aside.

Unlike his though, this one was even bigger and had small bumps up and down the shaft which ended in a large head, thick, like a mushroom. My eyes widened.

Charity had fit that up her ass? And lived!? I swallowed, my mind filling with fear and **** curiosity. I reached for the dildo…